Alex reached out, gently touching her hand. “I insist. Look, come to my house just for tonight. Get warm, have a meal. We can figure out the rest in the morning. Please, Sophie.”
The sincerity and urgency in his voice broke through her defenses, and reluctantly, she nodded. The relief in Alex’s eyes was palpable, and he immediately stood, signaling for them to follow.
As they walked together, Sophie couldn’t help but remember the boy Alex once was, the boy who had shared dreams and laughter with her on the playground. Now, he was a man who had achieved so much but seemingly hadn’t forgotten where he came from.
They arrived at Alex’s elegant townhouse, a place that seemed worlds away from the life Sophie had been living. The warmth of the home enveloped them as they stepped inside, and the twins’ eyes widened with wonder at the sight of the expensively furnished living room.
